Family and Friends Ch. 15bydarthewriter©
(Author's note; Once upon a time, there was a fine, old nobleman who bought the most stylish and beautiful suit of cloths in the world, everyone admired him in his new suit. Everyone praised him and flocked to meet him.
Then one day, someone looked down at the nobleman's feet and saw that he was barefooted with his feet caked in mud, cracked, bruised and disfigured. They asked him why he had no shoes and took no care of his feet.
"No one until you was bothered or cared about my feet." The nobleman replied, unable to walk.
To those of you who understand, the above story is about Lahore today. I miss the old, green, clean and easy going Lahore. )
I was surprised that Zainab was dressed in a very simple way. A white Kurta (shirt) with white shalwars and a large white Dupatta (head and neck scarf), draped around her neck in the most modest fashion I had seen her in. It was so unlike her to dress so plainly.
With my father in front, and Faisel driving, my mother Zainab and I sat in the back. Naila waved us all good bye and as the car moved, Zainab took my hand in hers and held it tightly. No one seemed to notice or even care, after all, a sister was simply holding her brother's hand; Quiet acceptable in our South Asian culture.
At Lahore, Rida and her father-in-law met us. I was formally introduced to him, as I had been unable to attend Rida's marriage; and after much hand shaking and embracing, we all squeezed into his car and headed to his home.
"Tariq is on 'active duty', so I am staying with Abu and Mamajee" (her terms for her in laws) Rida explained as we headed to Gulberg, a suburb of Lahore.
"Good" Zainab whispered in my ear "I hate Tariq bhai" She added referring to Rida's husband.
"Why?" I asked interested. The elders were too busy catching up on all the latest news, to care about Zainab and me.
"Because every time he has a chance, he grabs me, squeezes my ass and says something sexual" She said adding "He does the same to Naila and I am sure he has tried to bed Beena. Well, you would be able to tell me how difficult that is to do" She ended with a smirk and a squeeze of my hand.
"Ha! Ha! Very funny Zainab" I said with a big fake smile on my face; I suddenly didn't like Tariq either.
Once we reached The Gulberg house, I was introduced to Mamajee and Tariq's brother Adeel. I was given a bed room at the back of the bungalow, with a lovely view of a white washed wall and a line of washing hanging up to dry.
Naturally, my parents were given the best guest room and Zainab ended up in Tariq's old bedroom. The look on her face told me that she was not too happy about this but, guests must behave etc.
I had just showered and changed when a old servant of the in-laws knocked on my door and told me that guest were waiting for me.
Have you ever walked into a room and felt that everyone was looking at you? Well, you know how I felt when I was confronted by a room full of ladies and gentlemen, with their daughters all dressed in their finest and smiling sweetly.
It was officially a 'small get together' for friends of my parents, the in-laws and Rida. But obviously, that was not the real reason.
Now I can understand my parent's point of view and I can actually expand it a bit.
I am the family 'bank'. I have made it and that makes me a 'very good catch', for anyone with a daughter sitting at home, gathering dust. My parents also have a vested interest in making sure that I marry the 'right kind' of girl. She should be from a similar background as me; educated with a good family and reputation and also be 'pliable'; because my mother would definitely want to mold her into her 'ideal' daughter-in-law.
If any of these 'factors' was missing, I could end up slipping more money into my in-laws hands then my parents.
Cynical? Yes; but I stand by what I say.
The gathering went on for most of the day. I had to meet everyone. See everyone's daughter and spend a few minutes with each chatting about Dubai, Cricket and the weather.
I smiled and made polite conversation, aware that my sister Rida and mother were watching me very closely trying to read my reaction to each 'candidate'. To be fair, each one was as accomplished and beautiful as the candidates in Karachi. The beauty of South Asian women is not often acknowledged by the world and certainly downplayed by South Asian men. I have no idea why. I can make a few guesses but I will not bore you with them.
When the last guest had left, I went to my room, kicking my shoes off and tugging my socks and trousers off I lay down on my double bed in my shirt and boxers shorts feeling miserable.
"What the fuck are you doing yaar?" I asked myself softly. "What were you thinking, idiot?"
I lay like this for some time, lost in thoughts and feeling annoyed at everyone including myself.
The door opened and Zainab came in dressed in her 'decent' style (very odd) and locked the door behind her. Then flashing me a smile and a wave she went into the attached bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a loose white cotton man's shirt, that just reached her knees, she did a 'Ta da' pose at the bathroom door and asked "Like it?"
"Yes, I should, isn't it one of mine?" I asked sitting up and smiling. This was an unexpected turn of events.
"Ten on ten" she said "We have a winner folks!"
I watched her as she walked slowly over to the window and looked out at my 'amazing' view.
"What a nightmare yaar" She said leaning forward and straining to see the whole view. This movement raised the back of the shirt ever so slightly up the back of her thighs. He ass remained covered though.
"Adeel is a bigger Sleaze ball that his brother" She went on without elaborating.
"Oh My GOD!" She exclaimed "I hope those knickers aren't Rida's! It would explain why her husband is such a cheapster" She said explaining "They are awful; big enough for an elephant".
I placed the pillows against the Bed head board and sat back, my legs crossed as I waited for Zainab's next move.
You see, I had done a lot of thinking on the flight. I had wrestled with my conscience and beaten it into submission. If Zainab made another move on me, I would go for it. It was after all ridiculous to 'half' break a Taboo. Like the British say, 'you can't be a little pregnant'.
My cock had been sucked twice by her and she had swallowed my cum eagerly. I had not forced her in anyway and she had always been able to say "Fuck off sicko!"
She hadn't and that was all that mattered; that and the simple fact that I was addicted to her. I would just ignore the blood link between us and see her for the very fuckable teen bunny she was
"How is Zain" I asked watching her at the window, trying to make out the color and type of her panties, and waiting for her next move.
"Ok I guess" She answered looking back at me and smiling seductively.
"What was the 'good daughter' clothing act?" I asked looking with un-brotherly interest at her butt.
"Oh Ammi said I couldn't go if I dressed like a 'whore' and I had plans" Zainab explained closing the curtains and sitting on the foot of the bed The room was now dim, not dark, The curtains were not designed to make a room pitch black it seemed and it was still only 5 pm on a sunny afternoon..
She looked at me slyly and said with a smile "Plans that need me and you to be here together, my very slow and shy brother."
"I see" I said watching her cross her legs and look at me with those dark lusty eyes.
"Where is everyone?" I asked quietly fully understanding her meaning and noting that the house seemed very still.
"They have shot off to see some Pir (holy man)" Zainab replied looking at my groin area and smirking at the obvious bulge I had developed there.
"So, happy to see me I guess" She smirked again and looked meaningfully at the erection in my shorts.
"Why the 'cool' back off yaar? I was waiting for you to make the next move, after we made out in the car. Didn't like the cock suck I gave you, or what?" She asked putting a finger tip to her lips and looking at me hard.
"No! You give great 'head'" I said quickly Then I was silent unsure what to say next, and swallowed hard. She was making her move, no doubt about it. Time to go with the flow and damn the consequences.
"Thanks yaar, nice to hear I give good 'head'." She said getting on all fours and moving up the bed towards me like a cat." I think I blow you mind as much as I blow your balls. I know you want more but more 'what'? Tell me Fahad what do you want?"
Before I could answer or even think of an answer, her lips were pressed to mine and her tongue had invaded my opening mouth. I held her and pulled her close against me, kissing passionately hungrily on her sweet mouth.
She moved to sit in my lap, her butt pressing down on my Lund as we kissed.
Yes, she was just a girl that I wanted. A hot piece of ass that my cock wanted desperately to taste, Just a woman with an itch that needed scratching. This was what I told myself, keeping my conscience gagged and tied up deep in my soul.
She undid my shirt buttons as we kissed and I undid the buttons of the shirt she was wearing and reached in to fondle her breasts, feeling them firm and naked beneath the t-shirt, Zainab had no bra on.
My hands squeezed the warm firm soft balls of her breast; my fingers teased her nipples and my thumb pressed then hard like elevator call buttons.
Her sighs and the hard erectness of her nipples told me she was enjoying it a few minutes moving her ass on my cock squashing the hard hungry fellow with her hot buttocks. She then gave me a long French kiss on my mouth. The kind that makes your toes curl and heart flutter.
Then trailing kisses down my chest, she took hold of my shorts and tugged them off. I helped her by lifting my ass and allowing her to strip them down my legs. My man meat and balls were now exposed and easily accessible to her soft eager hands. She pumped my cock gently and then as I sat there lost in the moment, she knelt down and started to lick and suck my cock head.
"Ummm" She moaned "Tell me Fahad. Tell me what you want to do to me" She started sucking on my prick.
"I want to fuck you" I whispered softly and breathing deeply, I then told her that I wanted to screw her hard and make her cum with me.
I sighed in contentment enjoying the feel of her mouth on my Lund, savoring the pleasure she gave me.
She released my cock and stood up smiling at me as she said "Do it then. Take me and use me as you use other girls, make me cum as you shoot your cream in me"
I looked deep into her eyes and tried to read her sincerity there. Did she really mean it? Heck I hoped so, my balls were busting.
"First let me show you what, my horny sexy brother, is on offer." She said seductively slowly standing up and removing her shirt.
She stood in the classic beauty pageant pose with her hands on her hips looking at me seductively. It was the swim suit round without a swim suit. Just a tiny white bikini panty bottom.
I watched licking my lips, as she revealed her perfectly molded body to my eyes, it was all I imagined it to be and as great as I had hoped it would be. Smooth brown skin and the smell of baby lotion. No flab, No spots or imperfections of any kind;her tits every bit as firm and luscious as I had imagined them to be. The girl would put any centerfold to shame.
My mouth watered as I slowly looked at every inch of her body. I wanted to remember it forever in every detail.
I noticed that her panty was tight, digging into her flesh as she slowly turned around and showed her ass to me.
"So? What would you like and" She said bending slowly over and pushing her butt back at me ".how would you like it?"
This was a tease. Zainab was a total 100%; ball busting cock teaser. This was also my sister and I had to wonder how she had gone from 'teenage nightmare' to' wet dream sex goddess' in five years.
Where had she learnt this stuff? Not that I was complaining. I was just enjoying every second of it.
"Who taught you to do this shit?" I asked shaking my head slowly in wonder at her actions.
"Silly boy" She said standing straight and wagging a finger at me "Wasting valuable time on stupid questions"
I couldn't help my self I had to laugh. "You're right. Time is wasting" I said taking her hand and pulling her down onto the bed beside me.
I pulled her on top of me, her tits pressing against my chest as my hands gripped her ass and squeezed hard. My cock was pressing eagerly against the crotch of her panties, feeling wet but was it me or her that was making the crotch wet.
We kissed hard and deep one of my hands on her back as the other pushed under her panties to feel her butt crack and buttocks.
"We haven't time for this" She said moving off me and pulling her panties off. "Do it now, we can mess around later tonight but now I want you in me".
I stood and pulled my shirt off as she to my surprise, hopped off the bed and took her (my) discarded white shirt and lay it on the bed and then lay with her butt on it and her legs bent at the knees together.
"Spunk stains?" I asked joining her on the bed and kneeling in front of her legs.
She nodded and leaning back said with a sly smile playing at her lips "Fahad, I can't wait much longer do it or I will have to rape you"
"Lovely idea" I said with a smile, parting her legs to get a clear view of her choot. It was beautiful. Perfectly shaped and split like a ripe peach by a glistening slit. I saw the tip of her clit erect and poking slightly up from the slit. The girl was hot for it.
Unable to resist I put my head between her legs and licked the baby soft baby smooth flesh of her womanhood.
She smelt of 'Johnson's baby lotion' and pussy juice. She tasted better then that, if it was possible, my head spun with the scent and taste of her. My nostrils sucked in her aroma as my taste buds savored her flavor and my tongue relished the smooth feel of her.
I held her legs apart as she tried to close them, not to get me out but to squeeze my head as she held onto my hair.
I have tasted lots of Cunt in my life and enjoyed every one of them but Zainab was something else. She was superior to all others or was the erotic turn on of actually licking me hot sister's slit and clit that was just clouding my judgment?
My fingers joined my tongue at her slit, running down to seek the hairless smooth butt crack and her butt hole there.
I teased the wet opening of her choot with my tongue, fucking her with its tip. Her body was shuddering and tense and her moans of pleasure were music to my ears.
When I replaced my tongue with my finger she suddenly objected saying "No fingers. I want you Lund in me now"
I moved up her body kissing her tummy and breasts as I moved my hips between her open legs and lay with my erect Lund pressing against the damp hot soft flesh of her choot.
She wrapped me in her arms and legs, her feet on my butt and her nails gently digging into my back as she whispered hotly "put it in".
I reached down and raised myself slightly looking at my 7 inch cock as I teased it along her slit; making my cock head buzz with tiny electric like shocks that tickled my stomach with the sensation, as pre-cum and Cunt juice mixed and she shuddered uncontrollably.
"Ohhh Please" she pleaded "Don't tease me any more do it. Do it now' she started beating my butt with her feet and almost sobbed in frustration. Hell! She wanted it bad. Zain was obviously not doing enough to cool her down.
I moved my cock tip to the entrance of her fuck hole. It was already very wet and open in anticipation and need.
I eased slowly forward and soon found the going tough. She was wet and hot but her fuck hole was so tight. I was surprised and looked at her face contorted in pleasure and asked "Are you sure you want it, you're so tight?'
"Yes! YES! Fuck me Fahad! Don't you dare stop now and leave me hanging like this" She said passionately.
I eased forward again and found my way obstructed. The thought hit me, was she a virgin? I was about to ask when she moved her butt and dug her nails deep into my back with an almost animal like moan.
The feel of her Cunt gripping and milking my cock was intense. I looked down at her pussy, my cock barely in her and something inside me said in a harsh urgent voice "Push!"
I did. I thrust in, hit the obstruction pulled back as far as Zainab's embrace would allow me and thrust again. After three or four violent thrusts the obstruction gave way and I heard Zainab scream and then muffle her scream with her fist.
Five or six brutal thrusts later, I was buried deep in her' my balls salpping against her ass as my cock shot spurts of spunk into her womb.
I had tried to hold back but the heat and tightness of her had overwhelmed me and as I filled her with my seed she shuddered and said breathing heavily "Oh I can feel your stuff in me it makes me want to piss"
She shuddered violently, gripping me hard as I felt her body wither from her own orgasm.
After ten or so minutes, and after she had released her grip on me, I eased back and pulled my cock out.
My lund felt funny; sticky is normal but this stickiness felt different, for some reason, turning on the bedside lamp, I looked down at my man hood and saw the tell-tale signs of blood mixed with cum.
Her choot also was smeared with the same mixture and the white shirt beneath her buttocks showed evidence if more was needed that she had been deflowered.
I looked at her in amazement and realized with elation and guilt and more elation that I had just busted my sister's cherry.
Zainab lay panting with tears rolling down her face.
"Did I hurt you too much?" I asked lying beside her and hugging her feeling uncomfortable with her tears.
She shook her head slowly and said after a long pause "It was beautiful. I never imagined it would feel so good after hurting so bad".
We lay on the bed some time before I finally decide that we should bathe.
We showered together. I washed her like I did the night she had thrown up only this time, I was not angry with her. I was pampering her.
My hands rubbed the soap gently and lovingly over her body. Soaping up her breasts and stomach as she leaned against me and sighed.
I washed her back and buttocks, my fingers slipping between her buttocks to wash the sticky traces of blood off her.
She washed her choot her self though, maybe still hurting from her first fuck and unwilling to risk my fingers being too rough on her.
After drying off she put her cloths back on and kissed me good bye saying "Thank you. I am yours now".
She just left the room when I heard my father tapping on my door and asking me if I was awake.
"Just dressing papa" I answered noticing the bed and stained shirt lying on it.
I picked the shirt up and checked the bed sheet. No stain there. I put the shirt into my dirty washing bag and dressed.
I then opened the curtains and went out to see what my father wanted.
Epilogue; this series has brought a lot of feed back. Everyone has an idea how it should go and that means that many will be unhappy at the way the story ends. For the moment, I want to 'pause' this series and think over the options.
To those who e-mailed or left comments, thank you. It was a pleasure to read them and I hope you will not be too disappointed by this chapter.